Audiobook Review: Westward Women by Alice Martin, Narrated by Mia Hutchinson-Shaw, Mia Wurgaft, and Saskia Maarleveld
It starts with an itch.In homes across the country, women ages eighteen to thirty-five begin to slow down.Tired. Blank. Restless.Drawn to the Pacific Ocean like it’s calling them home. They abandon their lives—jobs, families, their very selves. And once they reach the West, they vanish forever.At the center of the story are three young women caught in the pull of something unstoppable.Aimee follows the trail of her missing best friend to a man called the Piper—known for leading infected women West.Teenie, afflicted and unraveling, clings to a single memory as she looks out the window of the Piper’s van.And Eve, a former journalist, is chasing the story that might just consume her.Each on the edge of transformation. Drawn toward the unknown. In search of a way forward.
But when it happened to you, it felt different. It felt as natural as breathing, as inevitable as a blink. It came over you slow, night after night at the Dairy Queen, as you watched the thick television set that was drilled into the corner of the counter. At seven, it always played an old cowboy movie.
Westward! the tanned hero proclaimed. Always westward!
He rode off into a sunset of brilliant Technicolor, his chin lifted high toward the horizon. His body was his own, a wild thing that went where it wanted, did what it wanted, when it wanted. Did he never think about who he was leaving behind? you wondered.
What would that be like? To have an untamed body that no one could control?
But when it happened to you, it felt different. It felt as natural as breathing, as inevitable as a blink. It came over you slow, night after night at the Dairy Queen, as you watched the thick television set that was drilled into the corner of the counter. At seven, it always played an old cowboy movie.
Westward! the tanned hero proclaimed. Always westward!
He rode off into a sunset of brilliant Technicolor, his chin lifted high toward the horizon. His body was his own, a wild thing that went where it wanted, did what it wanted, when it wanted. Did he never think about who he was leaving behind? you wondered.
What would that be like? To have an untamed body that no one could control?
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